I Shall Write, October 1

My thoughts are torn in the pages of empty pictures

Now the walls are so mute

Afraid of the typhoon's wrath, Ondoy

My imaginary friend doesn't speak to me

He's haunted by the pitiful sight of muddy streets

Only the eyes of Jesus keep looking back

If only, we could talk

About Ondoys fury

GOD help us - we call, we call

On the weekend --- the Lord of Pardon visits us again

I told you -

Jesus keeps coming back

And then we would share secrets again

And it would be fine.

rosefloresmartinez, http://rfvietnamrose09.blogspot.com

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